This is one of my posts for The Big Bear Butt Blogger’s Writing Challenge.
Flying high above Azeroth, he was feeling hungry.
It was a cloudy night. Not a single star in the sky.
He wasn’t afraid of being seen though. He black, the deepest of black, and his scales hardly reflected light at all. He was effectively hidden from view, flying upon silent wings.
He was hungry…and he spied a juicy morsel down below.
Spiraling…
Spiraling…
Slowly spiraling down toward the unsuspecting knight.
Really, what was he doing down there anyway?
Deep in the Dustwallow Marsh, coming entirely to close to Wyrmbog.
He wants to be eater. Surely, he’s here because of a death wish!
Well, he couldn’t let the poor thing wish in vain…
The great wyrm stretched his slender neck. Grinning a wide malicious grin, licking his razor sharp teeth. He could almost feel the crunch of the platemail, taste the salty metalic tang of the human’s blood.
Almost. There.
For a split second, it was almost like a shaft of moonlight split through the clouds illuminating the knight.
The last thing he saw was the maw of the dragon coming down upon him. Right before everything blew up around him, like goblin rocket fuel put to torch.
